frosty hue

when the new moon rises
over the silvery clouded hue,

and the lonely call of the coyote
distantly heard in the blue,

spooks the silent white owl
on his nightly forray calling who?

and the frost tipped whisker
of the bocats meow meew,

quivers and stills when at once
he winks and licks a speck of dew,

and quietly, soflty he drifts
into the deep dark midnight blue

the silent white owl keeps watch
as the coyote slinks off too.